4.22.2013

My word!
Everything is so crazy right now. Work has hit some random
fever pitch, my chores have stacked up and are looming, I haven't had
any time to make my weekly batches of pimiento cheese or deviled ham
salad for Lindy & Grundy,
Fred and I are going on a vacation tomorrow, which means my packing
agita began days ago, and, oh my GAWD - I had to remove a large tick
from a dog (ticks are one of THE scariest things in the whole world
to me).

4.13.2013

There is
so much I want to tell you. I'm this close, I promise. Until I can
tell you, trust me, I'm going a little crazy myself. I am going
through a major period of hurry-up-and-wait stuff right now. I know
that everything will be clear soon enough, but being tremendously
impatient coupled with my control freakdom makes the
hurry-up-and-wait times extraordinarily difficult. And I'm kind of on
a diet. No carbs and no wine. Until I go visit home in two weeks.
This has been going on since the beginning of the month. Okay, so let
us now add the fact that I am not allowing myself crispety crunchety
saltedy things or wine (wine, y'all!) along with tremendously
impatient coupled with control freakdom. And it's tax time.

4.02.2013

While
ambling through a thrift store recently, I stumbled across a waffle
iron touting itself as The Belgian Waffler. It gave me pause. Though
I couldn't remember the last time I ordered a waffle from a menu, I
knew for certain that, other than putting a frozen one into a toaster
in or around the second grade, I had definitely had never made
one. The colors and the font on the circa 1982 Belgian Waffler box reminded me, fondly, of Busch Gardens, an old-world European theme park back in Williamsburg, Virginia. The Old Country, as it was
tagged, featured a number of 'hamlets' like Oktoberfest (Bavarian
Germany), Killarney (Ireland), Heatherdowns (Scotland), Aquitaine (France) and
Banbury Cross (England) to name a few, all with appropriately themed
food, games and rides. For you Californians, if Solvang had skee ball
and roller coasters, it would be a dead ringer for a hamlet in Busch
Gardens.